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Jun. 4th, 2005 11:24 pm( Loserz always says what I want to say. )
I've recently gotten my fucking awesome nine-year-old brother addicted to Friendly Hostility.
Today he tried to show it to one of his best friends.
Luckily, Older Sister stopped him in time. I don't think the kid's mother would have taken her darling son reading a comic about bisexuals, Satanists, and cannibalism very well at all. My brother, however, is fine with it. In fact, one might even say that he is down with bisexuals, Satanists, and cannibalism. Why? Because he's the coolest fucking nine-year-old on the face of the planet, that's why.
I think the next thing I'm going to introduce him to is Sandman. He's old enough for gratuitous sex and violence, yeah? I've already started telling him bedtime stories about the Endless, anyway.
Today I reaped the major benefits of having a job for the very first time. That is, I bought things. Three things. And rather than tell you what they are, I shall leave remarkably clever hints so you can figure out what they are!
1.) "There's glass between us. You can't deal with my infinite nature, can you?"
2.) "I know that you can be overwhelmed, and I know that you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever be just... whelmed?"
3.) "Avalanche is sullen and too thin, she starves herself to rid herself of sin. And the kick is so divine when she sees bones beneath her skin, and she says 'Hey baby can you bleed like me?'"
Pride is coming up pretty soon. (Well, in a little over a month, but still. Planning ahead, and all that.) I promised my younger sister that I'd take her, after making her promise that she wouldn't hang out of the window and yell "HOORAY! GAY PEOPLE!" like she did last year. That was embarrassing, yo.
Anyone who isn't twelve years old and half in love with Hilary Duff wanna come with this year?
Also- I told my mum that the GSA was having a potluck/movie thing (which reminds me, again- I won't be here on Monday, so someone tell Lisa that I'll be working on Friday) sometime next week and she got all enthused at the idea of some sort of Great Queer Gathering. Specifically, a Great Queer Gathering at my house. She wants everyone to come over here for a barbeque. (Frankly, I think she just wants a chance to meet all the people I've been talking about for the past year or so. That and doing things related to queer youth makes her feel very hip and liberal, especially when said youth aren't living in a supportive atmosphere. You should have seen her last year driving Alex and Cait and I to the parade downtown- she was downright giddy, because for that half-hour or so she knew she was the Coolest Mom Ever.) What think you of all of this?
Personally I think she's on crack. My family's always on crack. But I love them.
I've recently gotten my fucking awesome nine-year-old brother addicted to Friendly Hostility.
Today he tried to show it to one of his best friends.
Luckily, Older Sister stopped him in time. I don't think the kid's mother would have taken her darling son reading a comic about bisexuals, Satanists, and cannibalism very well at all. My brother, however, is fine with it. In fact, one might even say that he is down with bisexuals, Satanists, and cannibalism. Why? Because he's the coolest fucking nine-year-old on the face of the planet, that's why.
I think the next thing I'm going to introduce him to is Sandman. He's old enough for gratuitous sex and violence, yeah? I've already started telling him bedtime stories about the Endless, anyway.
Today I reaped the major benefits of having a job for the very first time. That is, I bought things. Three things. And rather than tell you what they are, I shall leave remarkably clever hints so you can figure out what they are!
1.) "There's glass between us. You can't deal with my infinite nature, can you?"
2.) "I know that you can be overwhelmed, and I know that you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever be just... whelmed?"
3.) "Avalanche is sullen and too thin, she starves herself to rid herself of sin. And the kick is so divine when she sees bones beneath her skin, and she says 'Hey baby can you bleed like me?'"
Pride is coming up pretty soon. (Well, in a little over a month, but still. Planning ahead, and all that.) I promised my younger sister that I'd take her, after making her promise that she wouldn't hang out of the window and yell "HOORAY! GAY PEOPLE!" like she did last year. That was embarrassing, yo.
Anyone who isn't twelve years old and half in love with Hilary Duff wanna come with this year?
Also- I told my mum that the GSA was having a potluck/movie thing (which reminds me, again- I won't be here on Monday, so someone tell Lisa that I'll be working on Friday) sometime next week and she got all enthused at the idea of some sort of Great Queer Gathering. Specifically, a Great Queer Gathering at my house. She wants everyone to come over here for a barbeque. (Frankly, I think she just wants a chance to meet all the people I've been talking about for the past year or so. That and doing things related to queer youth makes her feel very hip and liberal, especially when said youth aren't living in a supportive atmosphere. You should have seen her last year driving Alex and Cait and I to the parade downtown- she was downright giddy, because for that half-hour or so she knew she was the Coolest Mom Ever.) What think you of all of this?
Personally I think she's on crack. My family's always on crack. But I love them.